HK = phattie viv

For some odd reason, I reeeeeeeaally think that HK and me just don't mix well. First off, I still feel like stitch here. secondly, ppl don't seem any nicer and thirdly, I'M GETTING PHAT! as my mum says to me every now and then, "lay ho chi ow juy gum ah" which essentially means "it's like ur pregnant or something". Well, that phrase is usually said to ppl who can't stop wanting to eat all the food they crave. Blah. I have a passion for food. So what? It doesn't help that we have really good food in the house. i.e. Godiva biscuits and chocolate, etc etc. get the picture?? Especially at my sis's place, we have this basket on the table where we put the yummiest snacks, which include the aforementioned Godiva essentials alongs with other yummies. It's bad!!!
My whole fam says I've chubbified. It's like someone stuck one of those air pump thingies into my mouth and blew me up. Just like those cartoons - minus me floating. I've gained at least 5 pounds since I've gotten here. I feel totaly narsty from eating all this junk at home. So I will try to defy all the evils of HK and eat better. It's weird, but eating all those yummie chocolates make me feel happie, well, right after I eat it. But when I wake up the next morning, it's like a disgusting chocolate hangover. I duno if any of my male friends have ever had that, but maybe the girls have. Oy.
All in all. HK is bad for me. So, YOU OFF MY PLANET!! I will overcome this!!
TTYL guys, I'm off to Singapore to de-HK myself, de-stress and just de-everything!